It doesn’t matter who wins, who loses
We can only play the game.
The hammer falls wherever it chooses
Leaves us to apportion blame
We cannot control the dawning day
Or shelter from the storm
We’re dealt the cards we have to play
From the day that we are born
Sometimes we stumble, often we fall
Sometimes we just turn away from it all
The sun keeps on shining or the rains just as wet
Life is as good as it’s going to get
Wish upon a shooting star, or in a wishing well
Pray to an uncaring God, seek a private hell
Cry out for all you’ve lost, for what you never had
For all that makes you happy can also make you sad
Sometimes we stumble, often we fall
Sometimes we find courage to face up to it all
So let the rain keep on falling or the sun shine
The past is just history, the future is mine
